Hey You

You're living in a small town
The people there are cold
Just living in a small town
Just doing as you're told

You move up to the jungle
You find that it's a hell
When you slip, you fall, you stumble
They lock you in a cell

Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made
(You've got it made)
Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made

Hey you
(All your friends told you in your small town)
You've got it made
Hey you
You've got it made

Just living in your home town
Sometimes it's kinda cruel
Living in your home town
Where they treat you like a fool

You move up to the city
You find that it's tough
And it doesn't seem very pretty
Now you're sleeping in the rough

Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made
(You've got it made)
Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made
(You've got it made)

Hey you
(You're heading for the big time)
You've got it made
Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made
(You're headed for a life of crime)

Living in this jungle
It's like living in a hell
When you slip, you fall, you stumble
They lock you in a cell

You move out to the country
For something you have done
You're living in the country
Why don't you go back to where you come from?

Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made
(You've got it made)
Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made
(You've got it made)

Hey you
(Hey)
You've got it made
Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made
(You've got it made)

Hey you
(Hey you)
You've got it made
(Forget all these backslappers)
Hey you
(You don't stand a chance)
You've got it made
(Why don't you go home?)

Hey you
(Go right back to where you come from)
You've got it made
Hey you
(Hey hey hey hey)
You've got it made

Hey you
(Don't get involved in this masquerade)
You've got it made
(This big city is going to eat you up)
Hey you
You've got it made

Hey you
(Hey)
You've got it made
(Hey)
Hey you
You've got it made
(All the backslapping)

Hey you
You've got it made



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Parris Lynott, Brian Michael Downey
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